Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 719 - 231: Love from Super Earth_3

"I will."

V shook her head, feeling her system program seemed to be malfunctioning recently. She felt uneasy all over, but self-checks revealed no viruses, leaving her to treat it as some kind of psychological suggestion.

Speaking of which, she was somewhat envious of those employees at Horizon Corporation. They didn't seem to care about regular medication, dared to install any body modifications, recklessly risking their lives.

V was much more cautious in this regard, always strictly controlling the installation of her body modifications and regularly using inhibitors. Especially now that she was no longer an employee of Huang Ban, she couldn't enjoy discounts on official body modifications and never dared to install unknown modifications, so she never experienced any rejection reactions.

Though the streets seemed calmer due to Horizon Corporation's intervention, the covert battles became more brutal and bloody. V barely escaped several fights, almost falling victim to those gang members.

Maybe it's time to install more body modifications. After all, living as a mercenary, what does she have to lose?

V thought to herself.

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"Come on, sing it again, sing it again!"

In the plaza on Stone Ridge Mountain, Adcardo maintained old customs, a group of people gathered around the bonfire, chatting, accompanied by Yuri's playing. Today, however, they were singing a new tune just learned from a player.

Under Pan'an's urging, Mitch quickly waved his hand, refusing.

"No more, no more. My throat is almost hoarse from singing it over a dozen times, Pan'an, spare me."

"Damn! Aren't you a man? Saying you can't continue? No wonder you haven't found a wife at your age."

Pan'an crossed her arms, disdainfully shoving Mitch, who just laughed and shook his head, expressing his incapability.

The song might be good, but singing it over a dozen times takes a toll on even the toughest throat.

Feeling bored, Pan'an looked up at the fireworks gradually dimming, and decided to go find Sol hiding in the truck.

When Pan'an opened the door, Sol was still at the table counting money with Dakota.

"120K... Next month we can buy two more trucks to transport drinking water..."

"I suggest saving this money to invest in Horizon Corporation. We're not short of water and other resources right now...."

Adcardo held 10% shares in a water plant, and with successful business, he'd earn significant returns.

Had it been someone else, they'd ponder over asset transfer strategies to pocket the money, but not Sol. Upon receiving the money, his first move was to consult Dakota on using it to improve the tribe's life.

Pan'an knocked on the truck door, indicating her presence.

"Hey, what are you chatting about? Can you see those beautiful fireworks hiding in the truck?"

Sol felt helpless, knowing Pan'an was straightforward, so he confessed.

"Pan'an, you came at a good time. I'm thinking about what to buy with this money. I want to buy more vehicles so we can carry more supplies during the next migration, but Dakota thinks we should invest the money back. What's your opinion?"

"Migration?"

Pan'an rolled her eyes.

"Where are you planning to take everyone?"

In the past, Adcardo migrated in search of the next fertile land, but now the land was either ruined or owned by companies, the environment constantly worsened with sandstorms, and migration options were increasingly limited.

Sol: "Maine, I heard Adcardo's main force is in that direction."

"Go to hell."

Pan'an wasn't about to indulge Sol.

"I think you're just looking for trouble. We're fine here, why leave?"

Sol: "I signed a contract with Lin Miao, and we receive payments quarterly. Our presence here doesn't affect that."

He was actually worried, as Horizon Corporation's conflicts with other companies and gangs were intensifying, threatening entry into the Taiping Continent. After February, bloodshed was inevitable.

Sol was deeply concerned that Adcardo would be dragged into corporate warfare, knowing their small boat couldn't withstand much turmoil, with disaster looming over them.

Yet Dakota didn't agree with Sol's concerns, unable to persuade him nonetheless.

"Damn! You're chickening out!"

Learning about Sol's worries, Pan'an glared at him. Previously, Sol didn't want to get involved when Chaotic Blade Association caused trouble, only stepping in when Night Wanderer came knocking.

Ironically, it used to be Sol seeking corporate collaboration and Pan'an resisting, but now their roles seemed reversed.

"Think it over, Sol! If Lin Miao fails, you won't get a dime."

"But we're short on manpower, Pan'an. Consider other participants, Kangtao, Ye Corporation; with this share, they might strike against us anytime."

The adage 'Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown' rang true for Sol, despite him not having heard the phrase, he understood the meaning well.

"Then call for reinforcements! Adcardo never backs down!"

Pan'an slammed her hand on the table, her voice loud enough for people outside the truck to hear. However, everyone was accustomed to it; quieting down would be unsettling.

"We're Adcardo. If you can't handle military technology, then rally other families to join us against them."

Sol wanted to ask 'Why?'

Because of the monthly 120K dividends?

But Pan'an seemed to have contemplated this already. Big Sur could build a water plant, why couldn't other places, other states?

Pan'an had heard of Lin Miao's water technology collaborations with other companies. The thought of excessive funds flowing into those bastards' pockets infuriated her.

Horizon Corporation couldn't yet extend beyond California, but Adcardo could.

Their footprint spanned North America, and the Wandering Tribe knew the best water source locations. Rather than letting companies profit, they could earn it themselves.

120K was surely just the beginning.

"Sol, if we're going to do this, let's make it big! We'll bring more people on board!"